[Chorus: Chris King]
223's loaded in the cartrage, [?] handheld [?]
6 of Wok inside a vinilla cream, now I can't stear proper
[?] beans, she got [?]
Wanna bet it all, bet it on my team, [?]
I take the top off the foreign like it's off with his head
[?] look like a monster that's under the bed
That percocet, it got me nauseous, I can't feel my legs
This chopper on me, proseed with caution, I put you to the red
I push a button, this bitch gon' [?] tank full of [?]
I'm smoking runts, I'm rolling 8, while I listen to 9
I'm clutching Glocks and I'm generous, I give you to god
I'm clutching Glocks, I'm feeling generous, give you to god
[Verse 1: Chris King]
Baby bottles full of codeine, but ain't no high chair
Choppеr threw his body in the air, with no flight wear
Unclе, Auntie was a dope fiend, but still I care
Knuckle up, now they [?] they don't fight fair
Westside, California heat with the dry air
Westside, everything in your dreams, you can buy here
Yes, I smoke a pound of weed till my eyes tear
Bet I get a milli in a day, I sign [?]
[Chorus: Chris King]
223's loaded in the cartrage, [?] handheld [?]
6 of Wok inside a vinilla cream, now I can't stear proper
[?] beans, she got [?]
Wanna bet it all, bet it on my team, [?]
I take the top off the foreign like it's off with his head
[?] look like a monster that's under the bed
That percocet, it got me nauseous, I can't feel my legs
This chopper on me, proseed with caution, I put you to the red
I push a button, this bitch gon' [?] tank full of [?]
I'm smoking runts, I'm rolling 8, while I listen to 9
I'm clutching Glocks and I'm generous, I give you to god
I'm clutching Glocks, I'm feeling generous, give you to god
223's loaded in the cartrage, [?] handheld [?]
6 of Wok inside a vinilla cream, now I can't stear proper
[?] beans, she got [?]
Wanna bet it all, bet it on my team, [?]
I take the top off the foreign like it's off with his head
[?] look like a monster that's under the bed
That percocet, it got me nauseous, I can't feel my legs
This chopper on me, proseed with caution, I put you to the red
I push a button, this bitch gon' [?] tank full of [?]
I'm smoking runts, I'm rolling 8, while I listen to 9
I'm clutching Glocks and I'm generous, I give you to god
I'm clutching Glocks, I'm feeling generous, give you to god
[Verse 1: Chris King]
Baby bottles full of codeine, but ain't no high chair
Choppеr threw his body in the air, with no flight wear
Unclе, Auntie was a dope fiend, but still I care
Knuckle up, now they [?] they don't fight fair
Westside, California heat with the dry air
Westside, everything in your dreams, you can buy here
Yes, I smoke a pound of weed till my eyes tear
Bet I get a milli in a day, I sign [?]
[Chorus: Chris King]
223's loaded in the cartrage, [?] handheld [?]
6 of Wok inside a vinilla cream, now I can't stear proper
[?] beans, she got [?]
Wanna bet it all, bet it on my team, [?]
I take the top off the foreign like it's off with his head
[?] look like a monster that's under the bed
That percocet, it got me nauseous, I can't feel my legs
This chopper on me, proseed with caution, I put you to the red
I push a button, this bitch gon' [?] tank full of [?]
I'm smoking runts, I'm rolling 8, while I listen to 9
I'm clutching Glocks and I'm generous, I give you to god
I'm clutching Glocks, I'm feeling generous, give you to god
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